Moira waved a fluttering hand, as if to dispel a cloud of gnats. Or distractions. "It's this dress?" Her voice sounded tentative--more, perhaps, than it had in recent memory. She held the garment out, looking unsure. "I--clumsy me, stupid really--I had strawberries." When that didn't quite clarify the situation, she added, "I dropped some." More than some.